when clouds store my sun away
behind high restlessness…and chill
sweeps vexation through my green intent
of tender blading hills and fields,
I turn to settling of accounts remaining
here upon the desking of my days
for I owe myself more now than anytime…
I brush away the bees…plate honeycomb
upon the wedding Sevres…break sweet gold
to my mouth with a family sterling spoon
new polished…bloom Chinese silver needle
tea-leaves bundled ‘round a pink carnation
special occasion…guarded by a golden dragon
coiled imperial on the red of its rusting tin
I shall bask upon my porch and breathe brewed
fragrance with astringent ozone of approaching storm
for I am wrapped in complex luxury of a precious time
Bonnie Marshall
Artwork by Richard Diebenkorn
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Grateful thanks, gentle reader.
Bonnie, that’s a magnificent first stanza. Well done.
smiling…and thinking I should have stopped after that stanza for sometimes less is more, and that Clouds will most likely be a future rewrite…and thinking I appreciate your comments very much, Malcolm